Page 29 of The Tides of March
“I’m fine,” he said, which was a mistake. Tony’s skin erupted in prickly heat and the backyard spun around him as his legs gave out. The last thing Tony heard before the yard went dark was Nox’s shout.
When Tony regained consciousness Nox was patting his cheek and Merlin was wafting him with a fan.
“Drink this,” Nelson said as he arrived with a glass of water.
“Thanks,” Tony said, taking a careful sip. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare everyone.”
Nox gave him a severe look. “Don’t be silly,” He pressed the back of his hand to Tony’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever, but you don’t look good, T.”
Tony bit back a pained curse as he felt another sharp stab. “I haven’t felt right all day. I think it’s Ronan. I think he’s in trouble.”
Nox traded concerned glances with Merlin. “Ronan? Why would he be in trouble and how can you tell?” Nox asked, making Tony snort.
“If I had to guess why, I’d say it’s because he’s a miserable dickhead.” He hugged his middle as the pain became unbearable. “We…mated before he cut me loose and now, I always feel what he’s feeling. You lousy motherfucker!” he choked out and held onto Nox. “I think he might be dying.”
“Dying?” Everly said, looking around him. “What are we going to do? Ronan needs our help!”
Tony shook his head. “Your help, maybe. To hell with Ronan O’Sullivan,” he said before he felt another burst of blinding pain and fainted again.
Twelve
The beautiful dream that had been Tony’s time on the island ended just as abruptly as it had begun, quickly turning into Ronan’s worst nightmare. If he’d had any inkling that it would be their last day, Ronan would have made the most of it. He would have been on his very best manners. Ronan would have done more to show his gratitude and he would have cherished each moment with Tony.
Not that every day with Tony wasn’t already perfect. But Ronan would have done his part and worshipped Tony while he still had the chance.
“Mornin,’ captain!” Tony was beaming like he had swallowed the sun when Ronan opened his eyes. His fingers walked up Ronan’s chest before twisting in his beard. Tony pulled Ronan’s lips to his for a slow, hungry kiss. “Ready to be boarded?” he teased in a sultry growl.
Ronan caught Tony’s hand and guided it lower, past his semi hard cock. “In the mood to take me, lad?”
He knew very little about the world of men, having spent most of his life avoiding them. But Ronan wouldn’t have written the whole lot off if he had known about the pansexuals. Theywere a rare and wondrous breed that mated with humans who identified as men, women, and in between, much like a merrow.
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
Like Ronan, Tony could find pleasure in just about any activity as long as they were together. They touched and explored every nook and cranny and Ronan was surprised to discover that he enjoyed ‘bottoming’ as much as he enjoyed ‘topping’ Tony.
Maybe more.
It didn’t seem likely that Ronan would ever have a mate, so he hadn’t put much effort into practicing. Touching himself had never had any appeal and he had certainly never explored his own backside. Why torment himself with needless desires, Ronan had reasoned, choosing to keep them dormant.
The bay wouldn’t have been as peaceful if Ronan had known what was possible before Tony. He practically melted when Tony’s fingers swept into the cleft of his ass andRonanpurred as his hole was strummed.
“I woke up hungry,” Tony said and flicked Ronan’s nipple with his tongue, then sucked on it. Heat flared in Ronan’s core as goosebumps spread down his neck and arms.
That was another wonder Tony had introduced Ronan to. He had no idea his nipples were so sensitive or that he could be reduced to whimpering and begging with just a few pinches. Or that he could get off like that, but Tony had whipped Ronan into a swearing frenzy after washing his hair, causing him to come in the tub without even touching his cock.
Tony nibbled on the other nipple before nuzzling his way down Ronan’s body. He rubbed his face all over the hair on Ronan’s chest and round belly. There was a delighted groan as Tony shifted lower and dragged his cheeks and lips along the insides of Ronan’s thighs.
“So much merrow and he’s allmine,” Tony whispered greedily as he parted them.
“Only yers. Always.”
Ronan cradled Tony’s head lovingly and gasped out breathless pleas and words of encouragement as his puckered flesh was kissed and gently fingered. He was so patient and so playful, making Ronan smile as his toes curled. It was easy to forget about how old he was at times like these, Tony erased the years between them by making Ronan laugh as many times as he cried out in ecstasy.
“Good. I’ll fight anyone who tries to steal you from me,” Tony threatened cheekily.
Ronan would have laughed then, if Tony’s fingers weren’t massaging his prostate. “Ye don’ have to worry ‘bout that. Now, Tony!” He reached for him and Tony was already slick and ready.
“Now,” he agreed, sucking on Ronan’s tongue and lips before sitting back on his heels. Tony guided the head of his shaft to Ronan’s hole, then wound an arm around each of his thighs. “Is this mine?” he asked as he rocked his hips, sliding deep.
